Peter lay soaking in the hot water of his bath, melting away every knot in his mussels as he inhaled the burnt leaves sented candles and rose bath water.

Being alone with his thoughts wasn't usually a good thing, but for once, he was relaxed, content in the presence of himself.

A maid had come in earlier and washed his hair, the luscious dark locks swirling around his head like tinticals in the water.

The king closed his eyes, resting his head against the edge of the tub.